"Gentle", a Haiku by Gregg Hake Gentle foggy morn- Soft like a breathless whisper Begs me now to rise
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Softly
"Softly", a Haiku by Gregg Hake Softly through the night Borne aloft on angel's wings- Your name in my heart
As We Are
"We don't see things as they are. We see them as we are." - Anaïs Nin Your state of mind and heart are the filters through which you view the world. If you are fearful, afraid of losing something, you will see the world around you in a certain way. If you are contented and …
Varnish
I found a great little quote for you this morning. I hope you like it as much as I do: If someone is able to show me that what I think or do is not right, I will happily change, for I seek the truth, by which no one was ever truly harmed. It is …
Common Ground
One of the hardest things to find when you've been hurt by another is common ground with that person. Hurt clouds judgment and mars the lens through which you view the world. If you're not careful, the occasional injustices you've suffered might even dim your view of all of humanity. If you've been hurt, and …
Honest with the Devil
I once heard someone whom I respected greatly justify her ill actions toward another with the interesting phrase, "You don't have to be honest with the devil." The statement intrigued me at the time and I have to admit, sounded reasonable at a certain level. I mean, who would be honest with the devil, if …
Reverie
"Reverie", a poem by Gregg Hake I was caught in a deep reverie At the time of day When only the east-facing bark Is lit up by the far-reaching Tongue of the sun. The yawning earth Slowly opened her eyes And stretched from peak to vale; Shivering against the frost My thoughts marched onward Toward …
True Thinking
"The great enemy of truth is very often not the lie--deliberate, contrived and dishonest--but the myth--persistent, persuasive and unrealistic. Too often we hold fast to the cliches of our forebears. We subject all facts to a prefabricated set of interpretations. We enjoy the comfort of opinion without the discomfort of thought." ― John F. Kennedy …
Truth be Told
"Truth be Told", a poem by Gregg Hake Lies do like a cancer grow They'll eat you up from head to toe Truth be told and you shall live Your heart at rest, your love to give.
Heaven’s Breath
Heaven's Breath, a poem by Gregg Hake Heaven's breath upon my neck Doth every hair incline And with each glancing blow doth beck My soul to be divine
Gregory Hake 